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The cut, deep, into her palm
wrapped, covered, days later
Her little voice, her healing words
raised in prayer to God
The redness, the cut gone
with the morning rising
a new day, healing done
Words, rising to heaven
with the faith of her believing
Healing her mother’s hand.

February 21, 2009
Shanequa and Ruth

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